#comparing him to a crow is a very cool idea

[megaderping]

I'm seeing a few more Akechi in Inaba/P4 fics popping up, and tbh, I'm all for it. I don't really feel like I have ownership of the idea with The Crow Cries at Midnight because it's just a loose premise that anyone can give their own creative spin on. I think the extensive canon divergence TCCAM is building to is fairly uniquely tied to the fic itself and the personal creative decisions I have made. The amount of breaking the plot of Persona 4 that's kinda just happened in the unreleased segments I'm writing kinda just were a domino effect, which is leading it in a direction that is very different from, say, Throw Away Your Mask's P4 section. We have some commonalities, like Akechi and Kanji friendship, but then some of our ideas are very different, and I think that's super cool! A fic like TAYM has a very different feeling because its Akechi a) remembers canon, b) went through a divergent version of P3, c) TAYM includes things like "Tsuyoshi," Akira in Inaba, and d) Akechi arriving in Inaba partway into Persona 4's plot rather than being there since before Yu's arrival. My fic gives Namatame and the Moel Gas Station Attendant a ton of time in the spotlight, whereas TAYM does a fantastic job giving Kanji's mother screentime in a way that is really fun and satisfying. Recently, a fic called If You Want Peace (Win it Yourself) popped up that has Chisato as Goro's aunt who takes him in after his mother's death, so Goro is actually a blood relative to Nanako and Chisato, which is very different from TCCAM where he has no blood relation and that lack of blood relation plays into a lot of his apprehension with his initial starting place in the Dojima household. And I just think that's neat. I read the first chapter and thought the creative choices were really cool and distinct from both TCCAM and TAYM's P4 segment, and I look forward to seeing how this story develops in contrast to both my story and TAYM. There are so many unique Joker and Akechi roleswap fics, multiple takes on Joker in Inaba. A trope or concept for an AU can be spun in so many unique ways, and I really like to compare and contrast and enjoy each of these stories for what they bring to the table.

[valentinedaughtler]

Tainted Opal (Part 8)

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

T/Ws: violence, romantic feelings, blood, mild spice scenes sometimes, fem!reader and she/her pronouns, sexual abuse/trauma (not explicit)

Synopsis: You test your skills in an intense game of poker with the Crows. Kaz gets fed up off and you have to cool him off.

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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8 - No Strip Poker

"This isn't just a game for fun, Jesper," Kaz grumbled as he separated the cards into seven piles. He kept the remaining cards in a stack by his hip. I guess he decided he was going to be the dealer, and no one interjected. "Everyone has a 'tell', you all know that. We're playing this to observe others' reactions and then call them out at the end of the game."

"So we're gonna point out each others' flaws in order to suppress them during a negotiation or a fight?" I asked, my voice dripping with mockery, the idea seemed smart, yet damaging. Kaz nodded to me, he seemed to want to glare at me, but you could say he suppressed it.

"So this is not strip poker?" Jesper asked with a whine. I laughed a bit as almost everyone objected. Nina seemed pretty on board with the idea though. With all the usual shenanigans out of the way, the game began.

Everyone picked up the deck dealed to them, inspecting their hand. I had a pair of sixes, but that most likely wasn't good enough to win. I knew if I lied during the game my lower lip would quiver, giving me away. I have to say nothing if asked, but I need to seem confident to fool.

"Give two cards, darling," I said to Kaz with a smirk. He passed them to me as I discarded my useless three of clubs and ten of hearts. I now held an additional six and a joker. Holy saints, four of a kind and an ace. That ranks me above a full house and under a straight flush. I suppressed my glee and stared down at my cards blankly. I was aware that everyone was darting glances around the room, attempting to spot an awkward movement of someone else.

Matthias huffed and threw his cards onto the table, "I fold," he said with a boiling rage. Nina gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before looking back at her hand. When Kaz nodded, everyone placed down their luck.

Inej had a three of a kind, of kings. Very good.

Jesper had nothing.... What could have been a royal flush was ruined by a single two of clubs.

Wylan had two of a kind, of threes.

Nina had two sets of two of a kinds.

Finally, my gaze fell off Kaz's hand. A straight flush.

I bottled up my frustration as Kaz reshuffled the cards and Jesper complained. I felt my competitive spirit shoot through my veins. Poker was a weekly event back on the ship, it was the only way my father respected me. Now, I felt the need to win every time. But I also wanted to win to beat Kaz Brekker.

I looked up at the pale boy with scarred lips, he ignored my stare- well, my glare. I finally spewed out words driven by a lust for winning, not testimonial thought,

"Let's make bets," I said, with a sweet undertone in my voice. It was like mixing honey into warm tea. Everyone turned to my direction as I broke the tense silence, I guess we all were competitive. "Information is much more valuable than any coin. Whoever wins each round gets to ask a question -that must be answered—, to anyone here." I spoke with enfaces on each word, a smirk dancing on my plush lips. Jesper and Wylan smiled, and Nina let out an approving giggle. Kaz nodded, but did not show a sliver of opinion.

"Well, let's see how confident you are, Y/n," Kaz rasped, but there was a hint of amusement in his gravely voice. I looked at my hand, just a two of a kind, but it was of Queens. I asked for three cards, and others needs followed in suit. My hand now consisted on two queens and two kings. My bite was going to be underwhelming compared to my bark...

Everyone revealed their hand, darting gazes past the other cards laid out in. Nina won with a royal flush, which caused my body to soften on the inside, at least Kaz did not win after the spectacle I made. My competitive nature often got in the way of my judgement. Nina made a humming sound as she leaned against Matthias before looking directly at Inej.

"What's the weirdest thing you've observed while spying..?" She inquired with deep curiosity igniting in her eyes. Inej laughed softly before thinking for a moment.

"One time I saw a woman singing opera to... maybe 12 chickens sitting on her

couch-," the Waith could barely keep a straight face as she spoke, smirking at just the thought of the sight.

"I would pay to see that, the women could get rich of Kruge," I remarked with a giggle. Inej smiled at me with glittering eyes, and the game resumed.

A few rounds past before I won, but no alarming questions had been asked yet. Everyone seemed to just be dipping their toes in the shallow end of a deep pool of secrets. As I looked at my new hand of cards, I had a perfect full house, but everyone would know my deck was perfect if I didn't draw cards for the first time. I have to risk it. My anxiety spiked slightly, but I had to keep my heart rate steady, Nina would know if it sped up. I asked for one card, and luckily it was a joker. I could replace the card I had just discarded.

"I gotta' fold," Jesper whined, his gambling addiction seemed to be having a low this round. The remaining players placed their cards on the table. Everyone's eyes were glued on my hand; my perfect hand; the winning hand. Kaz didn't show signs of frustration, but I knew he was. He was so close to winning, just like I had been the very first round. My competitive advantage bubbled in my throat, my ego boiling over. I smirked and turned to Kaz,

"Why do you were gloves all the time?" I asked with curiosity lined with amusement. Everyone in the room seemed to tense up, we all most likely knew very little, but we had heard the rumors.

Brekker's hands are stained with blood that can't be washed off.

Dirtyhands has sharp fingers like the devil.

Kaz's hands are scarred beyond belief, the fate of his work.

Kaz clutched his cane tightly and stood up, his tall form towering over my hunched body.

"Choose one of the theories of Ketterdam's voices. They're all true enough," he responded. And with that, he began walking outside, opening the cabin's door. He stopped at the doorway, his strong posture framed by the blistering white outside. "I've learned enough from this game, you all need to improve your sloppy skills, especially Y/n. The quivering of your pretty lips will get your teeth knocked out."

As the door slammed shut, we all sat in silence. The tension from the game lingered as the quiet in the room festered. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, Kaz was cold and bitter, but he was important. I had to value his feelings, or at the very least, his reactions. My cheeks grew red, but I sighed and attempted to keep face. When in doubt, become seductive; desire trumps all.

"Soooo, now that the party pooper is gone, maybe be could play strip poker-,"

"Please play without me, dolls, I'm going to reason with... the party pooper in question," my voice was a soft purr, one that drew in the most modest of people. I lifted myself with grace, sauntering out the door into the cold, but not before slipping on Kaz's jacket.

✵ ♣ ✵

The bitter boy had not made it far in the short time, he was just a hundred or so paces ahead of me, limping his way into the cold. I wasn't sure why, but I assumed it was to clear his troubled mind.

I finally made my way to his side, and without acknowledging me, he continued his brooding trek.

"Did you just come out here to suffer for fun or did you want to escape my question?" I made my tone extra clear, my honeydew voices melting the cold feelings. Kaz said nothing for a while, his jaw clenching slightly.

He halted and cocked an eyebrow. His head turned and his high stature caused him to crane his neck in order to make eye contact with me.

"We cannot escape our pasts, Y/n, all we can do is carefully cultivate a collection of present actions to allow the world to assume our upbringings," he voice sounded choked, strained, but he still held himself with pride. I noticed how he said 'we', including himself in the population of whom made the decision he described.

I sighed softly and narrowed my eyes, peering through my eyelashes at the Kaz. I didn't apologize for my question, I didn't need to, but I gave Kaz a looking of understanding.

"These personas we create may be true enough, Kaz, but they're simply an escape from the hell we're stuck in." I stepped closer to him, my stare hardening. "You have your tells too, Kaz Brekker, you may have a perfect front you present to the world, I'm guilty of it as well, but you're still just a scared kid."

Kaz stiffened as I inched closer to his face, taunting him. I stood on the tips of my toes, our noses nearly touching. I didn't have to use my Grisha abilities to sense his heartbeat quickening.

"We met before, didn't we?"

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I wasn't a fan of this chapter, but it was pretty rushed. Sorry for the awkward start to this.

-Valentine

[fleetwood-cheese]

Phantom Thief Outfit Breakdown

Okay so exactly one (1) person asked me abt my opinions on the phantom thief's metaverse costumes (thank you @waywardsalt) bc I mentioned them in the tags of a poll so now you are all locked into my insane rant abt this topic. Originally this was a power point i made to vent but i realized its too long to post in its entirety (its more than 20 slides long) so you get this monstrosity of a post. I'm going to split this into multiple posts discussing each thief's designs bc there's a lot and it'd be too long; will link each post at top.

Ann - Makoto - Sumire - Futaba - Yusuke - Akechi 2

DISCLAIMER: I am not a designer, have relatively poor fashion sense, and these are largely just my opinions on the matter, obviously people are going to disagree. I'd love to discuss this and get feedback on it but if you're an asshole im not going to entertain you.

Starting with the worst (imo), let's begin with Akechi's black mask costume.

This is, from a purely design and visual standpoint, the worst to me because it simply has too much going on, and all of it gets lost in its attempts to be cool or intimidating. This attempt at being menacing, presumably, is lost in translation and mostly just makes it look uncomfortable, edgy, and sort of goofy.

It seems to be pulling on ideas of knight armor, birds of prey, straight jackets, and the general idea of being trapped or isolated, but very few of these things actually come across in the final design. (It also might have some bondage/bdsm inspiration, but I'm not sure how intentional that is.)

Firstly, the bodysuit isn't well executed here, and is complicated by the fact that it appears to also be booty shorts with matching leggings?? but they're all the same thickness?? This is confusing and goofy, and would look much better split into an actual top/pants combo. Additionally, the stripes add further confusion and lack the appeal of Loki's stripes, who I presume they're trying to tie-in/invoke with them; their diagonal direction certainly doesn't help. To fix this, I would keep the stripes on the top, but have them run up and down, and simplify the pants to solid black with blue piping along the sides. I think this separate top with the straight stripes would also do a better job of communicating a straight jacket than the current costume does.

Another major gripe I have with this outfit is the hems, but especially the pant hems. They're what I can only describe as boot cut and its awful; I grew up with the 2000s boot-cut obsession, and they don't look good on anyone except horsegirls who wear actual cowboy boots underneath them. I understand the frayed pant and sleeve hems are supposed to look unkempt and villainous, but it mostly just looks like he's walked on them. To solve this, I would effectively cover them up by adding armor; extend the boots and claws and give him actual grieves and arm guards to make him look more dangerous, sharp, and combat oriented, and invoke the knight aesthetic to clash with the detective prince persona and its white, ornamental style.

Adding additional armor also helps solve the problem of him looking so top heavy. This costume's huge neck guard and mask are super bulky and make you feel like he's about to break his neck; by adding weight to the legs, its no long all concentrated at his head. If you compare it to actual helmets, I think its roughly based off of the frogmouth helmet, which has one, continuous neck piece like the black masks. I would adapt it to look more like a closed helmet or a armet, which have a similar shape but much clearer plating and hinges and thus appear less stiff and might have better mobility.

My last major gripe is the cape, because it is SUCH a wasted opportunity. The torn fabric, while matching his frayed hems, is so boring; a cape made out of feathers would convey the crow idea so much better, and give him a sort of dark knight fantasy vibe that would look wonderful imo. You could even show the iridescence of the feathers, which would tie well into the black-grey-blue palette excellently. Im thinking something like the cape below, or possibly like the crowfeather set from bloodborne if you want some extra drama.

As for the belt, I'm fairly neutral on them; I could take or leave them really. You could remove them if you wanted to simplify the design, or keep them if you wanted an edgier look or to incorporate more bdsm elements, but in that case I would change them to look more like actual bondage belts and not, you know, normal pants belts.

Overall, when ranking these outfits for my powerpoint, I gave this one dead last placement and a solid 2/10 personal ranking.

[aromanticannibal]

eri and hitoshi siblings headcanons

eri is the one and only person who hitoshi will sing for. he might sing in front of you (reluctantly) but he will only sing for her

eri is also the only one who can make hitoshi smile when he doesn't feel good, either because she's just so adorable and amazing or because he wants to reassure her.

onto more cursed things. hitoshi teaches eri how to climb. she loves to get on top of the fridge

sometimes aizawa will come home to see both of his children napping in cupboards. he doesn't have the heart to tell them to stop they look too impossibly comfy in there

hitoshi also teaches eri how to mimic sounds, mostly cat sounds. he also offered bird sounds but she dislikes birds because of Overhaul at first (eventually hitoshi will compare mic to a cockatoo and she'll go omg. there's other birds)

hitoshi is a raging insomniac and eri has nightmares, a match made in heaven. at first eri comes to see him rather than aizawa because hes not here or he's asleep, but then she starts going to hitoshi more often.

hitoshi will generally ask her if she wants to tell him what happened in her dream and try to make it less scary if she tells him. like she'll say that overhaul looked like a big bad crow man and hitoshi will say well yknow what birds are scared of? cats. and you know what we have a lot of?

if this doesn't work or she doesn't tell him about her dream, he'll sing to her and rock her a bit his arms or read her a story.

aizawa's phone wallpaper is a picture he took of eri and hitoshi asleep on the couch, eri in hitoshi's arms and one of the cats in eri's arms.

eri loves to nap with her brother. she knows he has trouble sleeping so sometimes she'll see him yawn and be like nap. now

don't underestimate this child she can and will trap hitoshi by pretending to have fallen asleep on him until he rests.

aizawa is very proud of her for her skills. it's a logical ruse

when eri grows up a bit and is more confident in herself she will be a little shit. she lives with both hitoshi and aizawa there was no chance she'd be normal /j

she play fights with hitoshi all the time (wins a lot) and she loves to bet on stupid things.

she calls hitoshi a raccoon and a dumbass cat man. in return hitoshi calls her a little rat (in opposition to aizawa calling her a little mouse) and a cardboard kitten.

aizawa has no siblings and has no idea what's happening with this kids half the time

eri is terrified of something bad happening to hitoshi but she shows it in a very recovery girl way. she can and will bring you back to life and murder you

I like to think she is very loud as she gets older, thanks to katsuki's affirmation that she's cool and strong and should show it

she's also very sunshiney from Mirio and Izuku's influences.

result? tired dad, punk/goth brother and kidcore/punk sister. we love the opposite and complementary aesthetics.

also really like the hc that eri grows super tall. like taller than aizawa and hitoshi.

hitoshi would get his growth spurt and be taller than aizawa and be like >:3 ehehehhe

and then tiny eri just SHOOTS UP like minecraft bamboo and she's like :3 eheheheheheheh

hitoshi is not pleased. aizawa finds this hilarious.

ofc with the added height of her horn, which def gets big as shit

this kinda turned into eri hcs but it's funky. I like eri she's smol.

[skyyclan]

So @sootslash 's Hypoparents idea has me thinking....

Make Flametail, Dawnpelt, and Tigerheart Sasha and Tigerstar's kits, and make Mothwing, Hawkfrost, and Tadpole Tawnypelt and Rowanclaw's kits

Instead of Hawkfrost helping train with Brambleclaw in the DF and then being a mentor to the trainees, he can be part of a trio with Breezepelt and Lionblaze. I think it would be an interesting take, having to compare Lionblaze when he goes against the DF and actively starts helping with the prophecy from Starclan, to Breezepelt who maybe could back out last minute, or have both Breezepelt and Hawkfrost fight on the DF's side but while Breeze lives on to continue life and gets forgiven and repairs his relationships with everyone, Hawkfrost dies in the fight. And he's left very alone in the DF compared to how he was basically Tigerstar's shadow in canon. This could help lead into the whole imposter plot (and honestly? I think itd be cool if HE was possessing Bramblestar, or maybe he ends up possessing Shadowsight after Shadow was nearly killed by the imposter? That could be interesting, and since Rootspring can see ghosts, we wouldn't lose him entirely and he could still help a lot despite being a ghost. And he could either get his body back, or he could take Bristlefrost's place when dying to take out the imposters, or just join her. Having all three protagonists die after that would be really impactful imo but idk if Rootspring would jump into action like the other two would)

Idk what Tadpole would do, but I think itd be very interesting to lean into the Tadpole is Spiresight au I've seen by making that canon to this au, so Tadpole disappearing early in apprenticeship or late kithood (maybe due to the tunnels underground? To try and tie that into the plot a bit more since it isn't used much after Po3) and growing up into Spiresight

And like... Brambleclaw forging a relationship with his siblings (could either be in River or Shadow... I think Shadow would be interesting but would also lead to lots of Tigerkids in that clan, so maybe not) that have either very similar, in Tigerheart's case, struggling due to their father (and Tigerheart even more so since hes NAMED after him) struggles, or completely separate struggles like Flametail being a med cat and having to deal with Starclan. I think an interesting take would be having Flametail be on the journey with Bramble, Crow, Leafpool (he could train her on the journey!!), Tawny, and idk maybe Squirrel or Dawn could also come (also Squirrelflight and Dawnpelt would make a really good ship in this au imo) but I think the cast is good with just those four.) Like maybe he is the first to get the Power of Three prophecy and it's his duty to push Leaf and Crow together, much to his dismay. And Dawnpelt at home is likely still struggling with dealing with post-Tigerstar Riverclan and its hostility towards her and her family. I like the idea of her striving to become deputy, but being terrified of power at the same time, so she is desperately trying to find a place for herself and keep her clan together as the forest begins to fall apart. Maybe we could introduce two separate plotlines here, one for the journey cats, and have a different group of protags at home keeping the clans together and alive as the forest is destroyed. Maybe Windclan isn't the only clan struggling to not fall apart, like Shadow and River both had really bad times due to the last arc and the damage Tigerstar did to them both. (I'd vote having Dawnpelt, Squirrelflight, ...Mudclaw, and... Rowanclaw? As povs in the forest. Not sure yet. Mudclaw and Dawnpelt could both be vying for Mudclaw to become leader of Wind, supporting each other politically and believing that the systems in place for picking a deputy protect Mudclaw from losing his position due to a last minute decision change that wasn't in front of the clan, while Squirrel and Rowan could want Onestar as leader due to Mudclaw's less peaceful (seemingly) ideas of leadership and due to Firestar's and Starclan's say in the matter)

[macgyvertape]

Shadow & Bone s2 thoughts

S1 of shadow and bone was a surprise favorite show; I’ve rewatched it a lot as something to watch when I’m cooking or wanted something familiar and comfortable.

After last season I tried reading the books; I didn’t finish Seige and Storm because I kept negatively comparing book Alina, Mal, and Darkling to their show versions. I did like the Six of Crows series but have no interest in the other books. So I’ve got a vague idea on the plot points unlike when I watched s1 

Oh I really like the map to cgi city transitions, and the wanted posters as establishing shots for storyline transitions

Sturmhond meeting the Crows like this, this is so much more fun than the book intro of him

I don’t remember seeing Jasper’s gun misfire in s1 or see gifsets of him fixing it.

Tolya and Tamar get a cool intro camera pan and theyre both really hot

Huh Darkling intro very different than the book, honestly he comes off as someone who spent a bit too much time alone by himself than menacing

How come in pirate clothes Sturmhond becomes the most baby faced of the cast

Love Alina’s stag antler embroidery dress, I’d love to wear a dress with that kind of neckline

Having one of Kaz’s plans go wrong and it not be something he accounts for, really ups the tension and makes Pekka Rollins a threat, and he’s actually more threatening than the Darkling. Wolf mask guy is just a creep, the costume kinda felt out of place

I expected the flying ship look more aerodynamic and either there’s a lot more flying ships or the show really glossed over them being repaired after being totaled because it needed characters to move around in ways they didn’t in the book

“Who do you want standing in that door when the lion gets hungry” then cut to a taxidermied lion. Lmao fun transition

This is one of the shows where I find basically all of the main cast attractive, very much including Inej in a knife fight

“All that matters is we know what’s real” with a political engagement, damn this is so much better than the YA jealousy drama of the books

OFMD AND S&B, edgy dude after his love abandons him starts cutting off the digits of the people who drove the breakup 

Rip to Matthias because the show didn’t seem to know what to do with him, I enjoy his plotline much more than s1 but its because he has such low screentime

The costume budget and workmanship is so good this show as it covers so many different styles and cultural influences

Bloody beaten up Kaz threatening as he gets his long awaited revenge is fucking incredible top moment of the season, especially because for Pekka “but for me, it was a Tuesday” he just couldn’t remember 

Genya’s really going through it this season and characters mistreating her is a more understandable and relatable evil than vague war crimes. “I should be your greatest shame!” and “ask me how I did it” she gets some great moments

Mal’s capture then causal return felt like an awkward plot point, like it shows up here because maybe it happened in the book

Huh for a major season 1 character and a global Big Bad threat the Darkling really isn’t getting much material this season, he just sits around and broods in a dark room while his underlings who wear lots of eyeshadow (to show they’re evil) do things. Like early on in the season he seemed sick but then he isn’t, then he just gives up all his action items about Grisha revolution to chase after Alina

Actually very curious about how much screentime Kaz’s dead brother gets vs the Darkling lmao

I didn’t realize at the height difference between Kaz and Inej until she hallucinated them almost hooking up. Eps 4-8 I watched playing a drinking game of take a drink for every romantic moment

The show really contrasted The Disciple and Neyar have such a good relationship compared to whatever the fuck toxic parent child relationship of Baghra and Aleksander 

Great that the Darkling and Mal can interact and bonus its in some weird fucked up way (dead peoples bones), there isn’t enough of that in fandom or canon 

The final battle has basically no tactics just people running around for cool dramatic timing, especially the Crows fighting in the frontlines

Darkling died in this show like he lived in s2, anti-climatically standing around downbad for Alina

Tbh there’s a lot of sex that could be done with gloves and clothes on 

Lmao where is Feydor he didn’t appear at all

Things I didn’t expect: David being killed off early RIP, Alina not losing her powers and faking her death to live with Mal but instead this weird non emotional breakup, and Zoya to not get more character backstory

Think it's interesting the contrast of the bee highlighted by the camera during the Darkling’s funeral as a subtle hint to the Elizaveta plotline vs the last few minutes throwing in: Jurda Parem, Nikolai’s shadow monster infection, a future war with Fjerda, Alina using shadows, all as continuation bait if it gets another season 

Verdict: enjoyable season 2, I’m so glad this season got about 15 minutes more per episode so it could cover the full Grisha trilogy in case it gets the infamous netflix s2 cancel. Still a favorite show because its  the perfect mix of drama, romance, and just enough writing cracks for fun AUs. The show covered a lot in the 8 hours with a fast moving plot that I watched over 2 days, so I’m very curious how my opinion of plot points will change with distance and reading others perspectives 

[royal-loki]

I know this is like 7 months late but I wanted to get this off my chest. Thor 4 was so bad. If you didn’t like Taika already because of Thor 3 (which I love btw) then you’d hate him even more. If you did like Thor 3, you felt like the juvenile humor was turned up to an 11 and the focus on the plot was nonexistent. Every scene felt like a hodgepodge of writer’s room ideas thrown together like an SNL episode.

- I wanted the comic book accurate Gorr design, it was cool as fuck. They said they didn’t want him to be compared to Voldemort but he still was!

- With Loki getting different versions of himself in the show, I thought for sure they would follow the comic book and have multiple Thors. I was even picturing Liam playing a younger Thor and Russel Crowe playing the older King Thor. Instead, Crowe played a terrible Zeus with a ridiculous accent. It just didn’t fit the role at all.

- Valkyrie’s story was boring and they could have done way more with giving her a love interest instead of having a drunken conversation that they could easily cut out for international audiences.

- I’m sorry to anyone who is a fan of Jane but I really did not want her in the movie. They broke up, they were finished. They had to shoehorn in a love montage just to remind the audience that they had a relationship in the first place.

- I would rather have Thor pursue a romantic relationship with Sif who they also shoehorned into the movie with no real purpose other than exposition dumping.

- NO LOKI CAMEO!!

- No Grandmaster cameo even though I heard they shot scenes but they didn’t make it into the movie.

- The fight scenes had very lazy choreography.

- Honestly, Chris got too bulked up for the role. You can tell he couldn’t move as gracefully as his other appearances as Thor. He seemed miserable from the rigorous exercise routine and diet that I could tell he wasn’t the same cheerful guy on set.

- Taika had no plan for this movie. He winged it like a last minute college essay and it shows. I love his work, most of his movies are amazing but I’m so glad he isn’t coming back for another Thor movie.

[vinnybox]

What would the rest of the batfam look like with wings? Like Bruce Alfred and Cass, etc? Would Steph somehow have purple wings? (idk if there’s even any birds out there with purple wings lol)

@reddkass tagging as well so you know I've answered your ask <3

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA SORRY FOR LATE ANSWER! Been real busy and been bouncing between answering asks with or without doodles or not. Would love to draw them rn but Artfight GRRR

firstly! Yes!! Cass showing her support and love for her brother through physical affection is canon and I take no criticism/lh

She most definitely gives his wings little pats and also in Cass style, if she notices his distress or if something isn't sitting right, she's the first to comfort him with little wing touches even if Dick didn't realize how distressed he really is.

As for Wings AU Cass and Steph and ther rest of the batfam!! I've thought about it, but the only birds I could think of for Cass is a Secretary bird and for Steph would be a Violet-backed Starling? 🤔

Long rambling and images under cut!

Secretary bird! Absolutely gorgeous but deadly as in has very powerful kicks and destroys snakes DHSDDSHJD They're pretty big too if I remembered correctly?

ALSO just now realizing smth, but ok at first I thought about Batman as this bird, Bat Hawk (haha) but like, this COULD also be Cass cause I think she can beat Batman in a fight? and Bat Hawk also eats bats...

AND JUST LOOK AT HOW COOL!!!

And Violet-backed Starling! I hadn't got around to doing more research yet, but This is all I can think of for now! but there could be others that might fit her more since I did want to base off both from looks and vibes or how they function etc. BUT mostly want to just have fun designing wings later on :]

AND as for Batman and Alfred. Let's get Batman first.

Batman, I've thought about him being Bat Hawk cause of the name and looks alone, but alas, I’ve also come right back to my first options being either Crows or Ravens! Not just cause of their looks alone, but also they’re very intelligent birds! And they communicate within their flock and Ravens are known to form mutual relationship where they work together with wolves. A special bond!

Im leaning a little on the Raven tho for Batman/Bruce cause Ravens are known to do barrel rolls in the sky too! I think it’d be useful for evading aerial attacks c:

As for Alfred, his might come as a surprise?? idk, but I honestly feel Alfred vibes from Shoebill bird (says someone who’s never read a lot of comics WEEPPSS! I’LL DO IT SOME DAY I promies :c )

Like! They’re very intimidating, but are like, super cool? They sometimes bow to people too from some stuff I’ve heard in videos, but they can be quite dangerous if want to. Overall the bird is pretty chill tho.

Another hting I could think of in a funny way are Penguins HDGSHJ cause in Japanese their name means Business Goose which is super funny and sweet.

OR Alfred COULD be a Crow while Bruce is a Raven. (Ravens are larger and has a slight difference in how their tail looks from Crows :D)

If any of you have a better idea I wouldn’t mind y’all sharing and comparing notes haha

EDIT: ALSO COMPLETELY FORGOT I COULD EVEN DO NON-BIRD WINGS. Batman could literaly just hve bat wings and that’d be POGGERS

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

hey man 👋🏼 i seen ur asks r open if u still write for heisenberg can i request him w a goth s/o? like takes him on dates to the local cemetary, shows up @ his factory w a random crow they befriended n r keeping as a pet type goth

I'm sorry this took so long, I started to hyper-fixate on D&D at one point and then other stuff happened. But it's finally finished.

Rating: Ten and Up

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 4,015

The cool night air chilled you to the bone, but you liked it that way. You sat quietly in the cemetery, listening to the breeze blowing through the trees. You enjoyed the quiet nights in the cemetery, you got to be alone with your thoughts and surrounded by people all at the same time. Most importantly you could be close to your grandmother, she seemed to be the only person who ever understood you, or accepted you at that. Ever since she passed you'd felt alone in the world, even your parents didn't seem to get you. You were a bit different compared to the others in the village. You preferred to wear nearly all black and took interest in things that were more macabre, things like death fascinated you. You'd even tried to apply to work under the village mortician, but you were turned away, told that it wasn't very ladylike to work with the dead. That was another thing that separated you from others, the women in the village usually didn't attend school past the 5th grade, instead, they were expected to learn to take care of the house and raise children, cook, clean, sew or knit. But you craved knowledge and had no interest in the idea of raising children or even getting married. You had nothing against marriage or children, but there was no one who you were interested in romantically and no one who was interested in you. A lot of the men in the village were taken aback by your appearance and behavior, as well as intimidated by your intelligence.

Sitting at the foot of your grandmother's grave you held a book in your hands, next to you was a lantern so you could read. You sat there reading for some amount of time, your mind lost amongst the pages, so much so that you filtered out the sound of approaching footsteps until they were nearly right behind you. With sudden realization, you whipped around to be met with the looming figure of none other than Lord Heisenberg. Your eyes went wide and your mouth went dry, standing up you dusted off your dress and bowed lightly trying not to make eye contact with the Lord.

"My Lord, what brings you to the cemetery at this time of night?" You wrung your hands nervously.

"I could ask you the same thing." He plucked a cigar from his lips as smoke billowed out.

"I find it to be most peaceful at night, perfect for reading. Wouldn't you agree?" You picked your book up off the ground, running your hand over the cover.

"It's rude not to look at someone when you're speaking to them." Lord Heisenberg huffed.

snapping up to look at him you gave a soft yelp.

"S-sorry my Lord. I meant nothing by it."

Lord Heisenberg stood in silence for a moment, you couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses but you could feel them on you. Undoubtedly he was looking you over.

"I'm sure you didn't." There was a slight laugh to his words.

You both stood there a moment in silence. You noted that the Lord had a shovel slung over his shoulder, you could guess what he was there for, but you rather didn't like thinking about it.

"I suppose you're right." He looked around "It is rather nice for reading here, quiet."

You smiled and nodded, holding your book close to your chest.

"Very much so. Plus," you looked down at your grandmother's grave "it's nice to be with my grandmother."

Lord Heisenberg shifted from one foot to the other, scratching his chin he looked off over the village.

"Yes, well." He paused, seemingly looking for something to say. "What book are you reading." He looked back at you.

"It's a collection of works by Edgar Allan Poe. I quite enjoy his stories and poems." You smiled towards the Lord.

"I'm not familiar with his works. I'm not a huge reader myself." Lord Heisenberg spoke with a tone of embarrassment in his voice.

You smiled softly and took a step closer to the Lord.

"That's alright, I'm sure you have much more important things than reading. If you're not careful you can lose yourself in the world of literature, I know I have plenty of times."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing. I might not be an avid reader but even I can understand the magic of reading."

You nodded your head, looking down at your book you bit your lip then looked back up at Lord Heisenberg shyly.

"I know you're a busy man but, would you want to join me? I'd be happy to read for you."

The Lord's jaw seemed to drop in surprise, he fumbled with words for a moment before recollecting himself. Clearing his throat he answered.

"I suppose I could spare some time."

Placing the shovel on the ground Heisenberg sat down in front of you, smiling you joined him. Opening your book you began the story you'd been reading over again. Lord Heisenberg sat and listened to you read for some time, soon the lantern began to grow dim and you grew tired.

"I'm afraid I need to return home. It's getting rather late." You yawned.

"Oh, of course. Thank you for reading to me." Heisenberg stood up, holding out his hand to help you up as well.

Taking his hand he pulled you up to your feet.

"It was no trouble, my Lord."

"Still, it was very nice of you." He spoke softer now.

"Good night Lord Heisenberg."

You bowed and started to take your leave, as you reached the gate of the cemetery you stopped and looked back.

"Lord Heisenberg?" You called.

"Yes?"

"My grandmother meant a lot to me, and I take great comfort in visiting her here. I'd be dreadfully upset if something were to happen to her."

Saying your words you turned and left, leaving Heisenberg alone standing in the cemetery.

Heisenberg stood there a moment, thinking over your words. He knew what you meant, you were asking him to leave her grave untouched. Picking up his shovel he huffed.

"Why should I listen to some random girl?"

Still, he stood a moment in silence, thinking.

"It was rather nice of her to read to me, perhaps I do owe her one little favor."

Returning home you entered quietly so as not to disturb your parents, carefully you placed your book on your shelf and readied yourself for bed. Crawling in under the covers you pulled them over yourself and laid your head to rest. Your mind wandered to the thought of Lord Heisenberg, you certainly knew what was to be found in the morning, still, a part of you hoped he'd understood your words and listened. Certainly, he wasn't heartless.

When you woke up you found the village to be in a state of shock, a few graves had been dug up during the night and the bodies stolen, thankfully though your grandmother's grave had been untouched. The question raced through the village as to who could have done this. You debated whether to say you'd seen Lord Heisenberg, but a part of you felt like protecting him. While there was nothing the villagers could do against him, the fear crossed your mind that Mother Miranda may punish him in some way. Thus you kept your mouth shut. For about a week guards were stationed at the graveyard and eyes were kept peeled for strange behavior. You stayed away from the graveyard for a while, even after things had calmed down, but eventually, you felt safe enough to make your occasional visits.

It was about a month later that you found yourself meeting Lord Heisenberg again. As before you sat in the graveyard reading a book at your grandmother's grave when the sound of footsteps approached. Looking up you found it to be the Lord. Giving him a nervous smile you greeted him, standing up and giving a bow.

"Hello my Lord, it's pleasant to see you again."

Lord Heisenberg nodded, giving a grunt.

"Pleasent surprise to see you too. Reading again I presume?"

You nodded, holding up your book.

"Yes, it's a collection of works by a man named H.P. Lovecraft. I recently came across the book and decided to give it a read. His work is a little questionable but I've read worse." You paused a moment, looking up at him you held the book tightly. "W-would you want me to read for you again?" You asked hesitantly.

Lord Heisenberg shifted his weight from one foot to the other, scratching his chin he seemed to be in thought.

"Well, I suppose, it was rather enjoyable the last time."

Smiling softly you sat down on the grass, you were quickly joined by Lord Heisenberg. Opening the book you began to read to Heisenberg again.

Once again you grew tired, and the lantern dimmed. After finishing the story you were reading you yawned.

"Tired?" Heisenberg asked.

"I'm afraid so, I apologize, I wish I could read to you more." You closed the book and looked toward Lord Heisenberg.

"Nothing to apologize for." Lord Heisenberg stood up, extending his hand to pull you up as well.

Taking his hand he pulled you to your feet. For a moment you stood holding his hand, he even seemed to give a soft squeeze. You quickly realized your hands were still entwined and you pulled yours away.

"I should really be going, I hope you have a wonderful night my Lord." You blushed.

"Same to you." Heisenberg tipped his hat.

Giving a bow you collected your things and departed.

Lord Heisenberg watched as you left, a strange yearning in the back of his mind to follow you. He pushed the thought away and huffed.

"Weird girl, getting in my head." Heisenberg then began to do what he'd come for in the first place, more body snatching.

As he worked he would periodically look over to your grandmother's grave, an odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach whenever he did.

"Gah." He exclaimed. "What has gotten into me?"

Safely making it inside you made sure the door was locked behind you before you retired to your room. Placing your book on your shelf you readied yourself for bed. Getting in under the covers you lay in bed while your mind returned to Lord Heisenberg. You'd only met the man twice so far but already you were starting to feel an odd connection between the two of you, yet your understanding of what it was he was doing in the cemetery left you feeling uncomfortable. Still, the man seemed genuinely interested in your books, unlike others in the village. It did feel nice to have someone to read to. Eventually, you fell asleep, your conflicted feelings following you into your dreams.

Once again the village was in a state of shock, more graves had been defiled in the night, their occupants missing. You feigned shock as to not draw attention to yourself. The village was on high alert, any odd behavior resulted in heavy interrogation. You felt like you had more eyes on you than usual, though no one had questioned you so far. You did your best to keep up a usual routine, worried that any slip-up might cause you great trouble.

The cemetery was kept under careful watch, men in the village taking shifts to guard it. You could tell that this time around things would not be going back to normal any time soon. It was nearly a month later and you'd grown restless, being unable to visit the cemetery left you on edge. You thought over the situation and came to the conclusion that if you couldn't read in the cemetery at night you'd just have to find somewhere else to read.

Night fell over the village and you waited for your family to fall asleep before grabbing a book and heading off. Careful to avoid being seen you made your way into the woods and searched for a peaceful spot to settle down. Coming across a fallen tree you sat down on the trunk and began to read. But it wasn't too long afterward that the sound of snapping branches caught your attention. Fear washed over you at the thought of what could possibly be out there, wolves? Bears? You regretted not bringing some form of weapon. The sounds drew nearer and your heart rate quickened. Whatever was out there was just beyond a bush, any moment now it would emerge. Closing your eyes you waited to be attacked but instead, a gruff voice spoke.

"What are you doing out here?"

Opening your eyes you were met by Lord Heisenberg, a look of confusion plastered across his face. Despite it just being Heisenberg your heart rate kept its quick beat. You felt yourself blush and your stomach tied in knots.

"I-I, I'm reading." You spoke softly.

"All the way out here?" Lord Heisenberg stepped closer to you, gesturing to the woods around you.

"The cemetery is under watch. I can't go there anymore."

"It is, is it? Well, that puts a damper on my plans." The Lord's face scrunched up in displeasure.

You sat a moment watching him, he looked off into the distance and gave a sigh. Turning back to you he cocked his head.

"So you decided to come all the way out here to read?" He smirked. "You want to be closer to me?"

"What?" His question confused you.

Lord Heisenberg chuckled.

"We're not too far from my factory." Heisenberg looked around. "I suppose it's easy to lose your sense of direction out here, plus you can't really see it out here in the thick woods."

"We're near your factory?" Your eyes went wide and once again you blushed.

"That's what I just said ain't it?" He seemed a bit annoyed at the question but not too terribly. "So, you're reading, huh?"

"Yes." You paused looking down at the book. "I'm rereading one of my favorites."

"What is it?"

"Bram Stoker's Dracula."

Heisenberg nodded.

"Never heard of it, is it any good?"

"Oh, it's wonderful, I've read it many times and every time I fall in love with it even more." You smiled.

"Passionate I see." The Lord laughed.

Chuckling lightly your grip on the book tightened, taking a deep breath you looked up at Heisenberg shyly.

"You wouldn't want to hear it would you? I could start from the beginning."

Lord Heisenberg seemed to choke on air, coughing a moment before catching his breath. He cleared his throat and tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"Well, uh." He paused a moment and swallowing he nodded. "Sure, that, sounds nice."

You gave him a smile and patted the space next to you on the tree. Heisenberg took a seat next to you and you began to read. A few hours later the lantern had grown dim and you were tired.

"I'm afraid it's getting a bit late. I'm sorry to cut off here but I really must get some sleep." You yawned.

Lord Heisenberg stood up and as before he held out his hand to help you.

"That's fine. A young woman like you needs her beauty sleep." He joked.

You blushed and laughed, taking his hand he pulled you to your feet.

"Thank you, my Lord."

Heisenberg paused a moment looking down at you, finally, he spoke.

"You can just call me Heisenberg." His voice was soft, with an air of uncertainty to it.

"Oh, if that's what you want." You looked up at him, a warm smile enveloping his face.

You smiled back, and for a moment the two of you stood in silence just looking at each other. Eventually, you yawned.

"I'm sorry." You spoke. "I really should be getting home."

"Why don't I walk you back to the village? I'd hate for you to get lost out here." He gestured in what you assumed was the direction of the village.

"That would be very kind of you."

In the low light of the lantern, you swore you saw him blush, but it was probably just your imagination. Heisenberg led the way back to the village, all the while you talked about the book. Eventually, you found yourself in front of your home.

"Home already?" You spoke under your breath, disappointment in your voice. "Thank you for walking me home Lor-" You caught yourself. "Heisenberg."

Giving a bow you started up the steps of the house, but a hand gently took your arm, halting you. Looking back you found Heisenberg to have a nervous look to him.

"Yes?" Your voice was soft.

"Would, would you want to do this again? Reading for me I mean."

Butterflies danced in your stomach, a part of you was nervous at the idea but another part screamed for you to say yes.

"I'd love to." Your voice was eager, and the words slipped off your tongue before you could realize what you were saying.

Heisenberg took a breath he seemed to have been holding.

"How about Sunday nights. I'll meet you at the fallen tree, do you think you can find it again?"

"Sure, we can meet around midnight, if that's alright with you?"

"Of course, midnight is perfect." Heisenberg smiled.

"Then it's set. I'm looking forward to our meetings." You gave him a big grin.

"Goodnight." Heisenberg tipped his hat and started off.

You stood a moment, watching him disappear into the night before going inside.

Heisenberg's cheeks flushed red as he made his way through the village. He'd nearly had a heart attack at asking to see you again, and you saying yes? Well, it made his heart skip a beat. You made him feel funny, but oddly enough it felt good? Heisenberg wasn't one for emotions, at least ones other than anger, but you made him feel happy, happier than he'd ever been. He just had to see more of you.

The next Sunday you found yourself at the fallen tree. Heisenberg was already there. Sitting down beside him you began to read. As usual, you read until you were tired and the lamp was dim. And once again Heisenberg walked you home. For months this was your routine until slowly it started to change. The two of you began to talk before you'd get into the book, at first it was polite conversation, then it started to grow into more in-depth ones. You'd talk about things you wouldn't normally share with others, even your own parents. It wasn't one-sided either, Heisenberg himself began to open up to you, share with you feelings and thoughts he obviously kept to himself. Eventually, he even asked you to call him Karl. A year since you'd begun meeting and the two of you felt like old friends, sometimes you wouldn't even get to the book, you'd just spend the night talking. Karl seemed to understand you, to accept you for who you were and what you liked. You felt seen.

You were not quite aware of how seen you were.

You sat at the fallen tree waiting for Karl, you thumbed through your book of poems noting which ones you thought he'd enjoy. Rustling caught your attention, you smiled expecting Karl to emerge from the bushes but were horrified when instead a group of villagers appeared.

"There you are." A man you recognized as Father Enescu spoke.

"W-what are you doing here?" You nearly fell backward off the tree.

"Following you of course, Mr. Adamache told me about how he saw you going into the woods on Sunday nights, I didn't want to believe it was true but here you are plain as day."

The villagers behind him grumbled together in response.

"So what?" You stood up, trying to put on a brave face "Is there some law against going into the woods at night?"

"No, but it sure is suspicious." Father Enescu huffed. "We suspect you're taking part in witchcraft or demonry. You are an odd one, and I wouldn't put it past you to be in league with the devil."

"No such thing!" You exclaimed.

"We'll see about that." Father Enescu grabbed you by the arm and started to drag you back in the direction of the village.

"Let go!" you yelled attempting to pull yourself from his grip.

You two struggled a moment before you kicked out hitting him square between the legs. Father Enescu doubled over in pain and before you could react the angry mob lunged forward to seize you. Pushing you down to your knees two men held you down by your shoulders as a third man raised a newly sharpened ax. The metal glinted in the moon light as it began to drop, you closed your eyes waiting for impact. It never came. Gasps filled the air, opening your eyes you saw the ax inches away from your head, the man clearly struggling to force it down. But instead, the ax was pulled from his hand by an invisible force and swung around to catch the man in the leg. He fell to the ground, the ax now embedded in his fibula.

"What the hell, do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice rang out.

The villagers turned, the two men letting go of you as they spotted Karl.

"L-lord Heisenberg?" Someone exclaimed.

You could see Karl's shoulders rising with each heavy breath, his hammer in his right hand, and his face pulled into a scowl.

"I said what the HELL do you think you're DOING?"

Father Enescu had gotten back onto his feet, albeit a bit unsteadily.

"My lord, we were just dealing with this girl, we suspect she's participating in witchcraft." He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up.

You yelped in pain, this only made Karl even angrier.

"Let her go." Karl stomped forward until he was right in front of the Father.

"E-excuse me?" He stuttered his grip lightning, yet not fast enough for Karl's liking.

Karl grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, the sound of bones cracking filling the air. The rest of the villagers had begun to back away, quickly getting the hint that you were off-limits. Pushing Father Enescu away from you Karl turned to you. Raising his gloved hand gently it hovered beside your face before cupping your cheek.

"Are you alright?" His voice was suddenly soft and scared.

"Y-yeah." You spoke softly, your voice cracking a bit.

"Good. Excuse me a moment then."

Turning back around, Heisenberg surveyed the frightened villagers, a few of them helping the Father to his feet.

"If you're wise you'll go back to your homes now, and forget this ever happened." Karl raised his hammer bringing it down into his other hand.

The villagers nodded and ran off back home. Turning to you once again Karl dropped his hammer and pulled you into a tight hug. You were taken by surprise but melted into the hug. Holding onto Karl you began to cry. He held you closely, rubbing circles into your back.

"It's alright, I'm here. I'm not letting anything hurt you."

"I can't go back, I just cant." You cried.

"Of course you're not going back, you're coming to live with me," Karl said rather sternly.

"What?" You looked up at him confused.

"I want you to live with me. I, I've been thinking about it for a while. You said no one else understands you or appreciates you in the village. But I do. And, I, I love you." Karl looked down away from you.

Placing your hand on his cheek you guided him to look at you.

"It's rude not to look at someone when you're talking to them." You laughed lightly.

Karl chuckled and leaned in, connecting his lips with yours.

Standing there in the moonlight it felt unreal, but your tight grip on Karl proved that it was in fact real. Your heart fluttered and your head spun. But you liked it. You both did.

[chironshorseass]

i like looking at you !!!!

i’m trying so hard to come back to my prompts. u know the drill!! sending syd a kiss bc she sent this first and also sending one to lizzie @jockpercabeth bc of her beautiful scrunchy fic <333 mwah.

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superfruit.

sometimes the new york city summer heat sneaks up to you. annabeth can almost compare it to sitting by a pool side and realizing that sweat has clung to your skin, even if fresh, cool water is right there. and the sky in the upper east side is right there, a beautiful swimming-pool blue, and she just wants to dive in it—because her neck is already sticky and warm. 

“just five minutes outside and i am already swea-ting,” she tells percy, who’s carrying a bag full of groceries that he’d insisted on carrying because, i'm a gentleman, annabeth, that’s what we do.

right now he only grunts. “believe me, i know.”

she does know. the white shirt he has on is plastered across his chest and shoulders, and although in any other circumstance she would appreciate the view all she feels now is pity. percy’s face contorts into a grimace as he brushes away the dark hair sticking to his forehead. 

“maybe we should get ice cream?” she suggests.

“babe, the ice cream shop is two blocks farther than the apartment. but...maybe after, i guess?”

“i just...i need something refreshing, please, or else i'm gonna die and it’s gonna be your fault.”

“there’s a fridge back home,” he says, grinning at her expression.

“a fridge, he says. that only has, like, orange juice.”

“yeah, ‘cause you ate all the ice cream.”

she shoves him. “excuse me, that was you—”

“but you gave me the idea of eating it, so.”

“you’re literally so immature,” she says, and he laughs as she continues with, “fine, if you want it that way. orange juice it is.”

fine, she thinks. if the summer heat sneaks up to me, i’ll just do what’s necessary. so she pulls her braids into a ponytail using her favorite blue scrunchie and immediately feels so much better. she glances over her shoulder at her favorite person.

“race you?”

she’s already running when percy calls at her that, “hey, it’s not fair!” and chases after her anyway.

;

percy’s apartment is blissfully cool. home. he takes out the orange juice as he promised. she grabs some pop rocks from the grocery bag. and there’s something about it—something she’s too afraid to name.

domesticity, perhaps? 

sally’s away at a writing seminar, and it’s just them and the air conditioning and a glass cup that feels deliciously cool against her palm and his hiphop playlist blaring from his phone. it’s been a year, almost. a year after his sixteenth birthday. it suddenly hits her that he’s here, lending his home to her. after a year, almost. she’s still sixteen, maybe, but she’s come far from that girl scared out of her mind for her best friend, only a summer ago.

“cheers,” he says. her glass of orange juice clinks with his own; half his lips quirk up.

“cheers,” she replies.

but all annabeth wants is to kiss him, she realizes. instead she takes a sip of juice and shoves some pop rocks into her mouth after. the burst of sweetness is glorious against her tongue, though not as glorious as watching him. 

thirsty much? she wants to tease, but is too enraptured. 

he drinks and drinks, draining away the orange juice, gasping every once in a while as his adam’s apple bobs along. when he’s done, he grins at her.

“you’re staring.”

she shrugs. almost a year. it really doesn’t feel all that long, it really doesn’t embarrass her anymore. he’s her best friend. her favorite person. and it shouldn’t be surprising she’s fallen—hard—for that eagerness in him that he shows just now, as he chugs down the cold drink. she’s fallen for his smiles, the little crow’s feet that form after. the hair that curls behind his ears and the way he’s taller than her and, yeah, okay, he’s just very pleasing to look at. sue her. but she’s also fallen for his small mannerisms—the sound he makes after understanding a math problem. those arms that pull her in when she’s too far away. it shouldn’t be surprising, but it is. like new york city heat that sneaks up to you.

“earth to annabeth?” he waves a hand across her face.

immediately she catches his hand in hers, nose wrinkling. “why’d you have to do that?”

“do what?” his eyes sparkle as his smile widens. their fingers intertwine, and a familiar warmth flares in her tummy.

“that. distract me. can’t you just let me be? i was admiring you.”

“admiring me, huh?”

he tugs her closer. she rolls her eyes. “yes, admiring you, dummy. for your information, i like looking at you.”

“really?”

“mm-hmm.”

whoever doesn’t like looking at percy jackson is a liar fair and square, and that’s the truth. their eyes meet; she curls her arms around his neck, not even complaining that he’s still sweaty. she’s sweaty too, after all. there’s a song that’s playing from his phone, but she’s too caught up to identify which one exactly. 

percy cups her cheek, breathes into her ear, “well, i like looking at you.”

“i think i like looking at you more.”

“oh, so it’s a competition now?”

there it is. the warmth in her tummy. this much smiling must be unhealthy. it must, because it hurts too much.

“shut up,” she says, and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him. he tastes like orange juice, obviously— all sweet and tangy. it must be some kind of super fruit, this need for having him, here. this feeling that makes her gasp into his mouth and fill her heart up, up until it nearly spills. she can’t get enough of. she can’t. home. she sighs and drags him even closer because he’s home and he’s a super fruit and that’s all she needs. 

[captainlevisteacup]

All Characters, the Nicknames MC has For Them, and the Events That Follow: A Wholly Unnecessary Thread

Warnings: None, unless you count demon boys being butthurt about being called out

Enjoy my stupidity!

Lucifer👿🖤🥀☕🍷

Luci

Pridey Pants

Gordon Ramsey of Life

Mom

Loosen-up Luci

Jesus's emo brother

*cough* Daddy *cough*

The results of these nicknames....they were not pretty. MC calls him Luci? He doesn't LOVE it. Does that small scary smile that MC knows (or should know) not to push.

Pridey pants...ohhh boy. MC says it at dinner....is absolutely terrified when he doesnt do anything. After dinner, follows MC into the hallway to dole out *ahem* punishment

Beel is the only one to understand the Gordon Ramsey one. Starts booming laughter

Mom. Oho. This is the second worst. Happened when MC asked Luci to pass them a steak knife. Ended up with the knife being thrown into the table, inches from MC's hand.

Ah. The worst one. Jesus's emo brother. He doesnt even know where to begin. The brothers AND Diavolo have to SPRINT away to keep from cackling like crazed lunatics. Simeon is the only one who openly laughs. Kitchen duty for 2 months. Absolutely worth it. Would do it again without hesitation.

Mammon💛💵💰💳

Mammory Gland

Finding Nemo Seagull (Mine! Mine!)

Crow

Tan Elsa

Greedo

General Greedous

"Ehhhhh? What's a mammary gland?"

*muffled Satan laughter*

Mc has to explain the crow one, because apparently it isnt common knowledge that crows love shiny things?

Tan Elsa. Levi was crying when this one slipped out of MC's mouth. All Mammon could do was be offended. After much, MUCH coaxing, reluctantly agreed to dance to "Let it Go" in a dress.

Levi💜🐍🎮🕹

Has a thing for degradation, so you can really only insult him with anime stuff

Levi Heichou (if you get this, we can be friends)

Leviathan the lonely

Snake man

Mermaid Boy

Snekky snek

Levia-hand

He could ignore all of them.....except for

LEVIA-HAND

I mean come on!

"MC did you really have to go there? That was really-"

"Below the belt?"

"UGH MCCCCC"

*distant suggestive Asmo noises*

Satan💚💢📚

Angry bean

Grumpy kitty

Nerd

Angry librarian

Blond, angsty James Charles

Fashion disaster

There isn't a single one of these that DOESNT make Satan want to break something.

Who is James Charles? Fashion disaster?! "I happen to dress very nicely, thank you very much"

"How am I a librarian? I just read, it's very different, honestly MC"

Refuses to even acknowledge "grumpy kitty"

Asmodeus😘💋❤💅

Asmo-dick-us

Ass-mo

Momo

Polly Pocket

The kinky one

*jokingly* slutttttt

He, surprisingly, doesn't mind any of them. He thinks it's really cute that MC has nicknames for him. He always encourages you to call him them more often, and even makes a bunch of them for MC. His favorite one is Momo, because:

"Its just so cuuuuuuute!"

Beel🥺🍔💪🏻

Sexy Vacuum man

The last Weasley

Snack Buddy

Hungry Bean

Un-beel-eavable

These all make the boy SO HAPPY

MC cares enough to make nicknames for him?

*happy Beel noises*

Wait. MC thinks he's sexy?😳

What's a Weasley?

He has a snack buddy?☺☺☺

Belphie🙁💭💤🛏

Sloth man

Sleepyhead

That bastard with a choking kink

Killer grip

The emo twin

Black Sheep

"I woke up like this" master

He wants to be mad. He really does. But there's a problem: he can't argue with ANY of them. Kinda makes him smile just a LITTLE

Is glad MC has forgiven him enough to actually JOKE about the choking incident.

Spends a lot of time trying to get someone to explain what "emo" means. Levi knows what it means, and refuses to tell him because he thinks its funnily accurate

Dia👑💮🔥

Double D Dia

Big Tiddy Divvy

King of the Boobs

Díablo

Milk man

Firehead

The rich, gay uncle

There isnt a single minute he doesn't find these hysterical. He thinks it's a charming human world custom, to give someone a nickname. He also thinks it shows how comfortable with him MC is.

His favorite is easily DD Dia. Mc noticed his body? *smirk* interesting

Why are so many of them boob related? MC does realize he is a male, right?

The rich, gay uncle. Diavolo has no words. Absolutely shook.

Lucifer overheard some of these...was appalled MC was harassing the PRINCE with their ridiculous nicknames.

He was about to go off on a terrified MC, when Diavolo stepped in laughing and told Lucifer....

"Calm down, Mom."

Mc nearly choked on their own suppressed laughter

Barbatos had to quickly usher them away so MC could openly laugh and therefore breathe

Barbatos 🧐👀🐀🕓

Barbie

Simply one hell of a butler

Sebas-chan

Time warp man

Chuck E Cheese

The cake maker

Understands every single reference, is actually surprisingly cool with it, as long as MC doesn't embarrass him with it.

Diavolo catches wind of what MC is calling Barbaties, eventually starts adopting the nicknames

The only one Barbatos doesn't like is "Chuck E Cheese", because he hates rats so so much. How dare they compare him to one of those disgusting creatures?

Simeon🌙🤍🌹🌈

Boomer

Dad joke central

Beautiful man

Sinful shoulders

Angel Dad

Sin-ammon Roll

Simeon can't decide between being flattered or appalled. He's not THAT old. Nor is he a father! Well, maybe more of a father figure in regards to Luke, but still! He doesn't tell THAT many dad jokes.. right?

Blushes intensely at Beautiful man and Sinammon roll. Wonders if MC really means that or is just teasing him.

Eventually he makes the stupid decision to ask Asmo....wrong move. Asmo ends up laying out all of Simeon's desires towards MC, the week following he can't even look MC in the face. MC has no clue what happened and starts to think it was their fault.

They confront Simeon about it after a while, and Simeon full on breaks and confesses to MC

Asmo takes full credit for this happening

Solomon😑🖤💫🧙🏻‍♂️

Shady Lady

The sus one

Kinky dude

Draco malfoy

Doesn't mind MC having insulting nicknames for him....he has them too. Starts swapping them with MC to see who can make the other laugh harder.

Sometimes, the brothers will sit in and listen while they exchange them, and they'll keep score and vote on who wins

Eventually, Diavolo and Simeon get involved

Barbatos caters these events

Luke😇👶🏼🌸🧁

Baby angel

Son

Woof

Puppy

Little doggo

The poor boy has no idea which one he hates more. Gets so flustered whenever MC calls him one of these that his whole face turns red

Simeon tells him its adorable every time without fail

This makes Luke even worse. All MC has to do is call Luke one of the names and its fair game for Luke hunting

The only one he actually...kind of...likes is Son. He likes the idea of MC as a parent figure.

Which leads him to realize: what if MC and Simeon got together! Then MC WOULD be his parent

Gets Solomon and Barbatos to help bring MC and Simeon together

They end up bombarding the two with an obnoxious Valentine's day-esque cake

Did it work?

[tennessoui]

If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?

yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!

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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.

So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.

Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”

“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”

“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”

“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”

“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.

“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.

Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”

“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”

“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”

“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”

“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”

“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”

“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”

“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.

Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”

“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”

“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.

He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.

Dear Obi-Wan,

Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!

I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.

Do you want to be friends?

Would you explore the temple with me?

Write back soon please,

Anakin

“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.

Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.

Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”

---

Dear Anakin,

Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.

It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.

The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.

I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

---

Dear Obi-Wan,

I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!

I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.

I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.

Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!

Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!

--Ani

----

Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.

The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”

Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.

That’s the first sign of trouble.

----

Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.

“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.

They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.

----

“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.

Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”

“Kabre, I…”

“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”

“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”

----

When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.

But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

He sits down to read it.

Dear Obi-Wan,

I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.

I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.

You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.

Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.

When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.

That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.

Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.

And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.

I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.

If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.

Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,

Anakin

Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.

Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?

But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.

And he loves Anakin.

He loves him terribly.

He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.

----

Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.

It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.

But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.

“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.

Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”

“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”

But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.

Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.

Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.

Forever yours,

Obi-Wan

Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.

Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.

“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”

[redorich]

I absolutely adore the hermit canyon au both because you have such a fun writing style and because it just makes it so blatantly clear how much of a different level the hermits are on compared to the dsmp folks. Power mad admin who's effectively a god on the server? Just vore him, it's fine! Spooky egg that brings madness and suffering to everyone who interacts with it? Grian can handle it, give him 30 seconds. It's such a good portrayal of their differences and I'm absolutely delighted by it

thank you!! i try very hard to cultivate a writing style that's fun, rather than a slog. and yes, the difference in power level is absolutely one of my favorite tropes, so i'm glad so many people enjoyed it! speaking of the hermits' casual wielding of insane levels of power.....

"So, how are you going to fix the Era Three life system anyway?" Cleo asks. She and Xisuma are casually walking down the main hall of the canyon.

Xisuma never goes anywhere alone anymore. Even though a survivable amount of magic has been returned to the Dream SMP server and Xisuma is no longer infirm, all those months of staying by his side have left a lasting impression.

"Hm, it basically comes down to a charisma check-- have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons, Cleo?"

"Not really," Cleo admits, "but Joe does and he's talked about it before. Charisma check?"

Xisuma stops walking, opening the door to the small meeting room in the heart of the canyon and holding the door open for Cleo. As she passes through, he explains.

"We have a source of magic, and we have a plan to implement it. The only obstacle is convincing Mojang that they should; hence, charisma check."

"Hey, Xisuma," Joe greets as the admin follows behind Cleo.

"Hello, Joe," Xisuma returns, surveying the room. The chair at the far end of the table has been left open for the admin, and unlike the meeting with the Dream SMP representatives, the Hermits don't give a fuck about who sits where and what that says about their status.

Doc is sitting in the place two seats from Xisuma's spot, leaning back in his chair so that only two of its legs are on the ground and his croc-clad creeper toes are kicked up on the edge of the table. A few spaces down is Joe, minding his business and reading a book (upside down-- it's more of a challenge that way) and across from Joe is Etho, sitting patiently.

With a shrug, Cleo snags the nearest chair and turns it around so she can sit in it backwards and still face the table. No one planned on her being here, and she has no idea what's going on, but no one has really told her to leave, so that's pretty much implicit permission.

After making his way to his seat, Xisuma addresses the table. "Are we all ready? Etho, do you think you can convince whoever shows up?"

Etho hums in thought for a moment. "Yeah, I can do that. Still need to actually get one of the gods here, though."

"I'm on it," Doc says, already on his communicator.

Cleo squints at Doc. "You have the gods on speed dial?"

Doc shrugs. "We text sometimes."

"About what?!" Cleo says.

"Basketball."

Cleo squints at Doc. "Don't you, like, hold a grudge or something against Dinnerbone? I mean, he did literally rip off your arm."

"Got a cool robot arm out of it, though," Doc says placidly. "It's got a screwdriver in it."

"Like a Swiss army knife?" Joe chimes in, putting down his book.

"Yeah," Doc says proudly, "bottle opener too-- for beer."

"As fascinating as Doc's Sonic Screwdriver arm is, we do have something to be doing," Xisuma reminds the group wryly.

"Oh yeah," Doc says. "Agnes is coming."

Cleo drums her fingers on the table. "When will she be here-- oh!"

A radiant figure emitting soft yellow light appears on top of the table; although the figure is bright, it doesn't hurt to look at. The glow dims and the light coalesces into a small woman with pale yellow hair. The woman-- presumably Agnes of the Mojang pantheon-- opts to sit side-saddle on the table instead of in a chair.

"Hello! It's nice to see you again, Doc," she says, "oh, and Etho as well-- and Herobrine?"

"I go by Joe now," the man says simply.

Agnes smiles. "My bad, Joe. Now, what did you need me for, Doc?"

"Er, it's actually about the three-life system," Xisuma cuts in.

"Yes? What about it?" Agnes tilts her head.

"It was... a good system, doing what you could with the lack of magic," Xisuma says diplomatically, "but we think we've found a way to fix things. Joe?"

Joe takes over, setting his book down on the table after carefully bookmarking his place. "So the issue is the lack of magic, right? You couldn't support updates and player respawns after Notch took what he did."

"This is correct," Agnes says with a service industry smile, likely not appreciating the reminder of her pantheon's failure.

"So, use the In Between," Joe says. "It's got so much extra magic that it keeps sending people back in time; I was stumped on a way to fix it, but if you can give the magic to the players it's a win-win."

Eyebrows raising to her hairline, Agnes's face falls into a considering moue. "I'd much rather use it to push the next update," she says. "The Caves and Cliffs update is one of the biggest yet."

Cleo's unbeating heart sinks in her chest. Is this it? Is their only way to help these people going to be appropriated by well-meaning yet selfish gods?

"People are dying!" Cleo shouts. "Isn't that more important than your stupid update?!"

Agnes turns to look at her for the first time, and Cleo refuses to be afraid.

"I know it must sound callous of me, but... well, people die," Agnes says gently. "They always do. Even Era One players aren't immune. The better thing to do would be to improve their quality of life while they can still live it."

Shoulders rising in anger as she suppresses the urge to bite and kill and devour, Cleo takes a breath to rage when Etho of all people cuts in.

"Remember that IOU you gave me?" he says. There's a twinkle in his eye that only intensifies when Agnes groans.

"Don't tell me," she says. "You're seriously going to use that now? On this? I gave it to you centuries ago, I thought you'd forgotten!"

"Nope," Etho crows, "just saving it for a special occasion."

Agnes sighs, bringing a hand to her temple. "And what am I supposed to do about the Caves and Cliffs update?" she says tiredly.

"Cut it in half?" Etho shrugs.

"...Fine." Agnes disappears, dimming the room from the lack of her godly presence. Within a few seconds (relatively speaking, as time is more of a suggestion than a rule when you're powerful enough), a wave of magic washes over the group. It explodes outward from the table like ripples from a cannon ball, washing over the entire server. The change is palpable.

"Etho, I could kiss you right now," Cleo says, relieved beyond measure.

"Please don't," he says with a smile. "After all, I don't know where your mouth's been."

Cleo raises an unimpressed eyebrow, pretending to mull the situation over.

"Yeah, you make a good point," she says, and the group bursts into laughter.

[slasherhaven]

Blacksmith/Metalsmith S/O that makes slashers their very own weapon for their birthday! Yeah, their old weapons are cool, but having a custom made weapon expertly crafted by a loved one is better. It can also be a piece of jewerly if the slashers dont have a set weapon Uwu

The Slashers with a Metalsmith S/O who makes them their very own customised weapon for their birthday:

Thomas Hewitt

You actually made Thomas a whole new set of tools for the basement, rather than an actual weapon.

Thomas loved them. He loved the customised tools, you had made him everything that he needed, and he would be quick to replace all those old tools with his new ones.

But he loves even more that you had made them for him, that you put so much time and effort into them, and that you had made sure to make him something for his birthday. Did he mention that he loves you? Everyday? Good!

He is also genuinely impressed by how well made the tools are. You’re so talented!

It’s gruesome work but he loves those tools.

Michael Myers

Is honestly just surprised you got him anything for his birthday, or did anything at all for his birthday.

And is even more confused when you present him with a brand new knife until you explain that you made it yourself.

Michael knows that you know what he does and stay with him despite that but this is a very nice reminder of that.

Plus it is a very nice knife. Very sharp and well balanced...good job.

Doesn’t consider himself to be the sentimental type but has to admit that his kills are even more satisfying when he’s using a brand new knife made especially for him by his very talented S/O. 

Jason Voorhees 

Jason’s machete was...fine. Old but still sharp and worked perfectly fine. But wouldn’t a new one be so much nicer?

When you present the gift to Jason, he’s amazed that you would gift him such a thing and would spend so much time and effort making it for him.

But also, you remembered his birthday and bothered to do something special for it. He really appreciates that.

Will definitely use it! Goodbye old machete, hello brand new gift from his very lovely S/O.

And he will cherish it. Because it’s a gift from you but also because it shows that you accept him as he if, even with what he does.

Brahms Heelshire 

While most of the slashers are surprised but touched that you bothered getting them anything for their birthday, Brahms kind of expects it. He was definitely spoiled as a child and now you have to deal with that.

Making a weapon for Brahms wouldn’t be much use. So you decided to make him some jewellery.

Whatever you make, make a matching one for yourself!

He would love that! Something that shows that you’re together.

He is also impressed by your work, telling you that you’re very talented.

Wears it all the time and expects you to do the same.

Bo Sinclair

Bo never told you when his birthday was, so he figures that one of his brothers told you.

You know he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it but you still wanted to give him his gift.

He’s a little confused when you handed him a sturdy and very sharp pocket knife. Was also very impressed when you told him that you made it yourself, including the little carving of his initials on the handle.

You explained the gift, telling him that you thought it would be good for him to have a more permanent weapon on his person just in case something goes wrong or a victim surprises him in the future.

He teases you for worrying about him but the gift is meaningful to him. It means that you do care about his safety and that you accept the things he does to the people who roll into town.

Carries it on him at all times.

Vincent Sinclair

You knew that Vincent would appreciate anything you got him for his birthday but you wanted to do something extra special. You wanted to make him something but something that he would enjoy.

So you made him a whole brand new set of tools for wax sculpting.

You made sure to take note of what he used and made brand new ones. Customised just for him, with more artistic handles that even had his initials on them. You wanted to make them pretty for him.

And he loved them! He was already smiling about the fact that you got him anything at all but when he saw the gift, he just melted.

You put some much love and time into making these, and they’re so perfectly made that it’s really impressive. And you made them look so nice with his name on them and everything! 

Oh God, what on earth could he do for your birthday? Nothing could compare to this! Oh God!

Lester Sinclair

You really weren’t sure what to get Lester for his birthday but you wanted to make him something.

You recalled that he always kept that hunting knife of his on him when he was out of the house, so you decided to make him a new one!

Lester’s face lit up when you gave him the gift.

Before now, Lester just thought a knife was a knife. Nothing too special. But this one was! This was the best knife he’s ever had! In his opinion it’s the best knife ever.

You made this one with love and a lot of effort, you had even put his name on it! He will cherish it!

Has a tendency to show it off to people when he’s guiding a new group into town, you aren’t sure if he means to intimidate them or not.

Bubba Sawyer 

Obviously Bubba has a love for his chainsaw so you decided to try your hand at making him a new one. A custom made one that was even more personal to him.

You were a little worried that he would be too attached to his current one but there was no harm in trying.

As soon as you place the new chainsaw down in front of him, explaining that you had made it just for him. Look it even has your name on it!

Bubba is even more in love with you and now in love with this chainsaw.

You are incredible! Look how talented you are! Even his brothers are impressed by the craftmanship.

Quickly takes to using the new custom made chainsaw rather than his old one.

Billy Lenz

Honestly make him anything. Jewellery, pendants, little trinkets.

He can’t help but admire them when you give him the gift. They’re so good! So intricate! And you’re so talented!

Is also just very touched that you got him anything for his birthday. That’s very sweet and means a lot to him.

He’s like a crow, collecting all the shiny stuff you give him and hiding them up in the attic next to his blanket pile.

If it’s jewellery, he doesn’t wear them but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cherish them. He just wants to keep them safe and admires them, they make him think of you.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa was actually a little surprised that you had got him a gift at all. And it really does mean more to him that you made the gift rather than bought it.

But then you presented the gift to him. A roll of black leather, the real gift inside.

He rolled it open and raised an eyebrow at your gift. Inside was what looked like surgical tools but far from typical. Certainly not what you would see in a hospital.

They were custom made...by you. He would definitely have to give them a trail run soon, but he’d be spending tonight with you alone.

You could say that you had gifted him a wonderful collection of tools to use.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Making this man weapons is the way to his heart.

He is very fond of his twin hunting knives but will use any effective weapon. His knives are probably already custom made to his liking.

But he will cherish the ones you give him.

He’s already smiling about you getting him something for his birthday at all. He thinks it’s sweet that you put so much effort into them, and you’re clearly very talented, these blades are very impressive.

You knew better than to put initials on them or his name, you actually put a little carving of a skull on each of them. Engravings that looked just like

He also likes that you’ve made and gifted him blades. It shows that you completely accept him for what he does, he appreciates that.

These new blades with certainly make an appearance on his next business trip. He needs to test them out.

Otis Driftwood

You got the idea when you saw Otis cleaning off some of the...tools he used on his victims.

They were old and some even rusted (not that that really mattered) but most of it all was still sharp.

Still, you thought he would really like some new tools. And it would show that you were accepting of his...hobbies, so it was a good plan!

You also made him a knife, knowing that he liked to have one on him.

Otis was thrilled when you presented him with the gifts.

Brand new tools, sharper than anything he had at the moment. And a large, sharp knife.

You knew he wouldn’t care much about the way they looked, it was more about practicality, but you still wanted to make them look good. And he appreciated it. He was also fond of the little initials he notices.

Genuinely cherishes the tools. Takes much better care of them than his old ones. Never lets Baby use them. 

Also keeps the knife you made him on him at all times.

Baby Firefly

Just like with Otis, you made her some new torture tools. But you also knew that she liked (and is very good at) throwing knifes, so you made her some throwing knifes as well.

You made sure they looked good as well. Knowing that she would appreciate the extra effort you put into the style and intricacies of it.

When you present her with her gifts on her birthday, she is very excited and appreciative of it. She loves them!

You get lots of ‘thank you’ kisses from her.

Well now that she has all of these new, wonderful things, she should go test them out, shouldn’t she? Well then, let’s go!

Yautja (Predator)

Ever since your mate learnt about how you work with metal, he was excited. You make such great tools and weapons, he loves that about you.

Earth metals...just aren’t going to cut it unfortunately.

But you’ve been practising!

Using the metals that Yautja’s actually use for their weapons, learning how to use it.

By the time his birthday rolled around, you had mastered it!

When you present him with the gift, a brand new blade, your mate is both impressed and flattered.

He’s impressed by the quality of the blade, you must have put a lot of hard work into this! He’s also proud of his mate for being so skilled.

He’s flattered because he is aware of how much time and effort must have gone into this. And you did it because you loved him, you cared about him, and you wanted to do something nice for him.

He will cherish this blade!

[lostmyshadesanon]

Happy Birthday Felix 🎂🎁 🎉🎊

@teyvat-writer

🦊 - Anon here!!! It's finally the day. I hope.

I have no idea what time zone you live in so I'm posting this a bit early just in case!

If it's still the 28th when you see this. Don't open it!

Let the anticipation build!

This should be the last part for our poor hydro archon, but I'm sure the most anticipated. Let's hope we can do it justice.

Mindbroken?Hydro!Archon!Male!Reader x FoulLegacy!Childe

Wouldn't it be funny if I put a rickroll here?

Or just an error message, lol.

But anyway moving on.

*

You feebly twitched as you felt Childe fuck you with his entire fist in your gaping hole. Leisurely opening and closing his hand as he ground his knuckles into your swollen prostate, and commented idly on your puffy rim.

By this point you could barely even feel when another orgasm was ripped from your soiled body, and your cock jerked underneath you.

Childe had been at this for hours. He hadn't been inside you or orgasmed since the first round, but he seemed determined to be able to shove both of his fists in your aching hole regardless of how long it took.

When you had the capacity to think between orgasms you wondered why your guards had not coming looking for you after all this time, and hoped that if the Fatui had restrained them that they hadn't died, but just been incapacitated.

Though you were never able to think long before another orgasm was dragged out of you. Combined with the saccharine sweet voice mockingly praising you. Your head was almost completely empty and body numb to the pleasure you were being put through.

You could only gurgle faintly when Childe finally got his way and stretched you enough that both his balled up fists could fit into your gaping hole. He didn't remain there for long quickly pulling both his hands free, as be grinned in glee at your ruined hole.

"I think you're finally ready, my darling patron!" He crowed, lightly petting your back as if you were a prized pet who had completed a new trick.

Staring at him through dazed and bleary eyes you wondered. "Ready for what? What more could you do to ruin me?"

He must have the ability to read your mind, or long ago you had lost the stoic control you had over your facial expression. Childe bared his fangs in a mean smile. "Though I made sure the preparation was pleasurable you've barely reacted! That's quite unfair considering how many orgasms you've had compared to me.", The demon masquerading as a man pouted. "So to make sure you're still paying attention I've brought this!"

Childe brought out a potion bottle with some unknown blue liquid inside. With a loud pop he uncorked it, tilted your hips high enough up to send sparks of pain through your spine, and promptly shoved it inside you so it could empty unhindered into your defenseless body.

There was only a moment where you felt the strange liquid mix with the remnants of your favored's cum were you debated on the odd sensation reminded you of, before it felt like it ignited inside you, and you screamed.

It was like liquid fire had been poured into you. The disassociation you had been able to reach banished like morning fog, as your nerves lit up like a livewire. You start to moan like a bitch in heat drool leaking from your mouth as the fire spread across your body. Making you feel every pulse of your insides and cock, your hole desperately grasping at the bottle inside it, but it was too small!

What had Childe done to you?! That something the size of a wine bottle would feel too small??? As your body desperately begged for something bigger, something warmer, and the aching need to cum.

That shouldn't be possible. You shouldn't even be able to come at this point considering how many orgasms had been forced upon you?!?! You could only cry out in delight eyes rolling when Childe's hands skimmed over your cock, and tugged teasingly at the bottle in your ass.

"Ah, already begging for more, my dear patron?" Childe stated teasingly. "Dottore did say this was strong but I didn't think it'd be this strong."

Barely leaving you room to breath. Childe ripped the bottle from your grasping insides sending you screaming into orgasm. You were barely aware of your begging as you sobbed at the empty feeling inside you.

"Oh, darling don't worry you'll be full very soon. I have to make sure to claim you in a way that NO ONE will ever be able to satisfy you again. That way both you and the world know you're MINE." Childe whispered the words confidently into the small of your back before dragging sharp canines growing steadily into fangs down to the swell of your ass.

"Prepare yourself!" He cautioned before sneering over your begging form and rolling eyes, "If you still have the capacity too." Before he slid his fangs deep into the small of your back a glowing riptide mark spreading out like ink over your skin as electricity started to coat his own.

Spine arched from the conflicting flashes of pain and pleasure you felt more than saw the transformation happening behind you.

Cool hands grew massive claws as they clutched at your hips drawing hints of blood from where they pressed. The cracking of electricity and bone as you were hoisted off the ground jerkily from your current partner's growth in height and size. The fangs in your back sliding smoothly out and a smooth texture replaced it almost like being pressed up against marble. You could feel fur tickling your back as you twisted to see what kind of horrors awaited you.

He was massive, he was intimidating, he was gorgeous. The feral boy who had struggled to survive in the abyss had not only tamed it but made it part of his strength in this new form. Massive blood red horns sprouted from his mask, and a cape seemingly made of stars and space.

Dragging your eyes down you froze. Childe's cock had already been awe inspiring as a human, but in this form...

It was terrifying. It seemed to emerge from some kind of protective slit. The shape was as inhuman as his current form, and a size to match. He was easily double if not closer to triple your height and his cock fit his current form. Easily the size of one of your thighs if not bigger. You now understood the need for hours of stretching. It was ribbed increasing it's girth though it did not have a bulbous head which made you weary. That implied that whatever Childe had turned into was a creature built for egg laying. You couldn't see any kind of testes but knew he was fertile considering the steady drip of pre cum from the swollen tip. You could also see a slight pouch towards the base of his member which you knew meant he probably had a knot too.

You were horrified when your body shivered in pleasure at the sight and smell of the crime against nature before you. You desperately were trying to convince yourself that the utter wanton lust inside you was based on whatever mysterious liquid Childe had forced you to consume.

A rolling purr vibrated through you from the creature before you as you chocked on your own drool unable to take your eyes off the cock before you, but Childe didn't allow you to stare for much longer.

Raising your body up as if it weighed no more than a toy, and similarly treating you no better than a ragdoll, Childe positioned you over his monstrosity of a cock.

Desperately you were muttering no over and over again as you pawed uselessly at his shoulders trying to climb away as you were lowered closer and closer to the leaking member. You knew you'd never recover from this once you got a taste of what was about to penetrate you you'd never be the same, and only be able to thirst and be filled by this monstrous thing.

A deep chuckle pressed near your ear as Childe bent so that his face was near yours still lowering and positioning you for his cock. "You did say on your honor as an Archon you'd take me. So take me!"

Before sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. Your nerves screamed with you. You could feel ever rib as they caressed your swollen insides and invaded your body. You could do nothing but cry and take it, as he used your body like nothing more then a sex toy to masturbate himself with.

Grunts and growls joined your screams and begging as he furiously bounced you on his dick. Whispering praises and croons near your head while your eyes crossed and tongue hung uselessly from your mouth. Though his tip wasn't shaped like a human man's it did its job of digging into your prostate so that pleasure was dragged from your willing body, and your unwilling submission from your mind.

You're going to break! 💙

You're going to brEAK! 💙💙

You'RE GoING To BrEAK! 💙💙💙

You screamed until your voice broke, eyes becoming fully unfocused, as your body spasmed uselessly through orgasm grasping desperately at the welcome intruder making itself home inside you.

Gleeful claws dug deeper into your hips drawing blood when Childe felt you completely relax no longer even a token struggle being put up by his patron. No his love. Now he could just TAKE.

Claws delicately crawled up your torso to carefully grasp and pull at your swollen teats intent on tugging and bruising them until they were swollen enough to be mistaken for small tits and the idea of covering up would be laughable due to sensitivity.

He watches in delight as you could only moan, and get out enough syllables to beg while he drove you far past overstimulation. Your pupils not even attempting to track anything occuring around you.

Though all good things must come to an end and Childe could feel the tightening in his gut and stir in his knot that this round was drawing to a close.

You could only sob and thrash in utter pleasure as Childe continued to stimulate your chest. Nipples bruised and swollen a cherry red easily the size of the tip of a person's thumb, before feeling the man, monster, behind you still with a deep groan.

Your animal hind brain could only gasp in relief thinking this trial of endurance was finally over. But you should stop under estimating your favored he loves to exceed expectations.

You could only twitch weakly, pinned to his crotch, as you were suspended in the air, when you felt his knot start to inflate. Your cock dripped a steady flow of pre cum from Childe's tip being ground against your probably bruised and weeping prostate, as you both waited for his knot to fully inflate.

But the worst had still yet to come. Finally after what felt like minutes and a few micro orgasms you felt Childe move. A twitch in his stomach before a lurch in his cock. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before taking a ragged gasp.

Something solid was moving through the member nestled deep inside you. Stretching you out further to accommodate it. You could only sob as it worked further into you.

Childe dragged a clawed hand up to your cheek lightly caressing you. "You're doing so well pet. You'll make such a good incubator and brood mother. All for my lovely eggs." Childe sneered delighted at your faint moaned denials and twitches. He loved that even now you were attempting to fight him. Pleasure broken as you were.

Childe ground into you lightly tugging at your rim with his knot to hear you gasp and cry before leaning forward as if to hear you better. "What was that my love? I couldn't have heard you denying to be my broodmare after all you promised to take all of me. I'm only making sure you follow through. After all you'll look so pretty full of my eggs."

Childe's hand on your face dragged your chin down to look at your ever filling stomach. During your conversation he had been quick to fill you. You were so bloated at this point you could easily see the faint shape of the eggs inside you.

A ragged gasp left your lips as the next egg pressed sharply against your prostate finally sending you over the edge and into orgasm. You wailed as your eyes rolled grasping desperately at your ever increasing stomach. Unable to come down from orgasm as each egg made a pass over your prostate.

This seemed to delight your captor. Childe's voice deepened in mockery, "You try to keep your pride and make denials that you're not a whore who loves the idea of being fucked and filled constantly and yet you can't stop continuously orgasming on my cock like some desperate slit." Childe wickedly continued micro thrusting to fuck you with his knot as his eggs kept your orgasm from truly ending.

Over time Childe felt his eggs slow to a stop and his knot start to deflate. Carefully he lowered himself and you to the floor as he let his transformation peel away to show his human form keeping his still sizeable cock plugging you full.

Placing you delicately in his lap so you could continue to cockwarm him Childe hummed a jaunty tune. Waving a hand in front of your face his tune picked up in beat at the lack of reaction or recognition in his darlings eyes. He had finally broken you for now. He expected you'd pull yourself together eventually, but it should be long enough he can bundle you away, and sedate your now human form, for the long trip to Sneznaya.

After all his family had been inquiring when he would take a partner, but knew he'd had his eyes only on one. After all one day he'd been King of everything and he needed a capable partner at his side. Placing a kiss on your temple Childe continued humming as he watched his agents enter the room and prepare for their swift getaway.

He grinned your first mistake was truly saving his life and putting him in debt to you. After all he always keeps his promises and pays his debts.

*

I think that's it. That was hard to figure out how to end. 🤔

Hopefully you liked it Felix! After I did all that hype for this chapter.

Happy birthday again. 🎉🎉😆😆

From 🦊 Anon!

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

FAVORITE FRENCH PETNAMES || Brothers

Just an idea I had like that, so I'm using to fill my blog with a little actual content.

For you : Chéri(e) // (Darling)

A very common one but it is enough to convey his love for you. When in private it might also happen for him to call you "Mon ange" (My angel), he will have to be very tired to do that, but it happens.

For him : Mon amour // My love

He likes to be reminded of your feelings every time you call out to him. He likes the fact that this nickname aserts the fact that you love him, that he is your love to everyone around.

For you : Bébé // (Babe)

Mammon is clearly not the best at finding petnames so he simply took the first one he ever heard of and one of the most popular and still very modern, ""cool"" sounding one.

He can also use "Mon/Ma chéri(e)" but it would really have to be between you and him with nobody else to hear it.

For him : Mon canard en sucre // (My sugar duck)

When he first saw you thinking about finding him a petname he was really but you decided on a very cringy one he was mad, which made you love it even more than you did previously.

You tried to explain your reasoning which literally went from "greed - yellow - duck - bird - crow... close enough" but he refused to hear it, he even said very vexing things about your logic you know ? :'(

"Ma couille" is also used to make the people all around you groan in displeasure at your antics but for reasons I will not translate that one.

For you : None

Not that he doesn't love you of course he just is very bad at finding nicknames and rarely confident enough to use them in public especially when they don't concern animes. So he stays simple and use your name.

At the very least he just might say "mon coeur" (my heart) but it will take him all the courage and energy left in his body.

For him : Chouchou/Mon chouchou

Chouchou as a petname doesn't have an exact translation but a sentence such as "Il est mon chouchou" would mean "He is my favorite".

It would be a very great nickname for Levi since it is first and foremost very cute in nature but would also help a lot with his self-confidence being constantly called "Your favorite"

For you : Chaton // (Kitten)

There two things that Satan loves more than anything : cats and you (he likes books too but just a tiny little bit less) so of course he would find a way to combine the two.

For him : Mon chat // (My cat)

This one is a bit funny! While Satan has no shame nicknaming "kitten", he actually gets very embarrassed about you calling him "cat" as a term of endearment. He likes it of course but it's a bit weird for him.

Ma licorne (My unicorn) can also be uttered if you desire to get under his skin.

For you : Chéri(e) d'amour // (Roughly:) Darling of love

Like Lucifer, Asmo needs something that is a bit classy but unlike him, Asmo also needs something cute that truly conveys his love. So he added two very classy ones to make very overly loving one.

For him : Mon trésor // (My treasure)

After all Asmo always assured you knew he was a celestial realm's national treasure in the past and still is quite the treasure in the Devildom now too. And honestly he is quite the treasure for you too so the nickname was all found.

For you : Crevette // (Shrimp)

Beel is a tower and compared to him you're small (if you're not I am very sorry I had no other ideas) so he needs a name to convey. Of course it is also a nickname that keeps the foodie theme on between the two of you.

For him : Truffe/Ma truffe // (Truffle/My truffle)

"Truffe" has many meanings in french and I honestly feel all would actually fit Beel in a way.

First meaning would be "truffle" as in the food which doesn't need any explanation. Second meaning is a "nose" (for an animal) which would calls to the puppy-like side that Beel sometimes shows.

Finally "Truffe" can sometimes be used as a cute way to say ""dumb"" (basically "dum-dum"), it is not an insult but just a cute way to "call him out" on his simple-minded ways.

For you : Mon/Ma [Name] // (My [Name])

Like Levi, Belphie doesn't use much nicknames for you but in his mind he still needs to asert the fact you're his and only his. So he just adds "My" in front of your name in order to do so.

For him : Bébé // (Baby)

As a youngest brother Belphie likes to be coddled and cared for and as your lover Belphie loves to be the most important thing in your life. So "Baby" seems to be the right nickname for him.

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